Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Friday night, Totally Awesome Fiancé were at Happy Hour, as we are nearly Every Friday Night. Okay – we were at Happy Hour on Monday Night, too. And last Thursday. Apparently, Every Hour is Happy Hour. Well, Cheap Drinks, Cheap Food! What’s Not To Love about Happy Hour?

On this particular evening, Our Favorite Happy Hour Spot was playing Some Sort Of 1980’s Mix over its music system. Now, as a kid who Came Of Age in The 80’s, I Know My 80’s Music. Even I surprise myself with The Ease with which I can Identify A Song and The Year It Was Hot. I attribute this to the fact that back when I was A Teenager, Every Song had some sort of Deep Meaning and I can associate it with A Place or A Person, usually A Boy. I still have Very Fond Memories of crossing The King Kullen Shopping Center with David Abbey -- My Numero Uno Eighth Grade Crush --- and A Boombox blaring “Wild Boys” by Duran Duran. Boy, were we Cool. 1984. Actually, I am going to say The End of 1984, but more likely The First Half of 1985. Don’t bother to Look It Up. I Know I Am Right.

Which is Why when “Cum On Feel The Noize” by Quiet Riot came on over Our Happy Hour Spot’s Audio System and Totally Awesome Fiancé said, “This Song was Great. I had The Album. That must have been The Year, 1986!” I said, “Uh-uh. It was at least 1983. No Way was it 1986.”

And then he challenged me to The Bragging Rights.

Oh, Yes. I took him Up On It. I knew I was going to Win. I had The Tape for That Stupid Quiet Riot Album when I was in Junior High and I only bought it because I Liked That One Song We Had Just Heard and The Other One -- “Metal Health.” Those were The Only Good Songs on The Whole Stupid Tape and I kept having to Rewind just to Hear Them. That Tape was One Of The First Albums I Bought On My Own, before I began Finely Developing My Musical Taste. And My Musical Taste ran Far Away from Quiet Riot. Far, Far, Away. And it started Running Circa 1985. Towards Good Stuff, like Depeche Mode. So, That meant I Was About To Win The Much Coveted Bragging Rights.

That night, after I Looked Up On The Computer The Year That “Cum On Feel The Noize” was A Hit (1983, natch), I screamed “I Have The Bragging Rights,” into a hairbrush while Thrashing My Head Around, just like I was in A Really Annoying Heavy Metal Video on MTV from my youth. Totally Awesome Fiancé looked on Annoyed. And maybe Amused. But, definitely Amorous.